Lyrics : Tim Anderson/Jesse Rogg/BANKS
Music : Tim Anderson/Jesse Rogg/BANKS
So I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don't got a filter
I'm so tired of eating
All of my misspoken words
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions
fuse with my eager state
That's why you wanna come out
and play with me, yeah
Why-yyy, why-yyy, why-yyy?
Stooped down and out,
you got me beggin' for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something
that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known,
secretly I think you knew
I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
I'm no good at aiming
But I can aim it at you
I know my actions,
they may get confusing
But my unstable ways is my solution
To even space
That's why you wanna come out
and play with me, yeah
Stooped down and out,
you got me beggin' for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something
that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known,
secretly I think you knew
(Secretly I think you knew)
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out,
but my tracks are better
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out,
but my tracks are better
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
Stooped down and out,
you got me beggin' for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something
that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known,
secretly I think you knew
(Secretly I think you knew)